Taking Note No.11
Unknowable things
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I definitely have one ended friendship in particular I'm carrying around like a dead body in a burlap sack. I don't have the spine to open the sack and look at it and I wonder, apprehensively, if it will re-animate, stick it's head out the sack and start talking in my ear. In my opinion sharing your experience of this in a newsletter - a public forum - is courageous, requires a great deal of honesty and a willingness to be vulnerable. So kudos to you and thanks for making me think.
Thank you for tackling an issue and a part of life that doesn't often get shared. I've ended a couple of friendships, one long ago and I did it in a clumsy way and one recently that I laboured over, asked my dreams for guidance and received the most compelling messages from that inner source. It caused pain to end this friendship but I was able to do it with as much kindness and compassion as possible. In another example, a friendship ended painfully many years ago, and then was revived again in a new way 4 years ago. With new boundaries in place, we've been able to find love and respect for each other. Such an interesting subject to write about!